It’s been a week since I paced Jerry Armstrong at the Leadville 100. Some details are fading from memory but others are sharp.
Saturday afternoon, before he came through the Twin Lakes Aid Station where I would relieve Mark of pacing duties until Fish Hatchery (around mile 76) I relaxed for a few minutes and made a phone call. The person on the other end is not familiar with Ultra running except what she’s heard me discuss. As I sat in the back of my Durango, stretched out with the tailgate open to catch the slight breeze, I talked about the people at Leadville.